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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.