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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.