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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.