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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.