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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.