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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.