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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.