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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.