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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.