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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Television to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.