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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.