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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
This Heat,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Ituana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.