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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.