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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.