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 Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Smog,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.