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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.