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 China and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.