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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.