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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.