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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.