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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.