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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Magazine,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.