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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.