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 Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Television,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.