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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.