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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.