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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.