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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.