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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.