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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.