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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.