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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.