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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.