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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.