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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.