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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Japan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.