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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 the Association to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.