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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.