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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.