Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.