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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.