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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.