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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.