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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.