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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.