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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.