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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.