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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Rakim,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.