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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.