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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.