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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.