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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.