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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.