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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.