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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.