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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.