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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.