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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.