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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.