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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.