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 United States and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.