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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.