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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.