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 Denmark 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.