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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Q65,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.