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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.