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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.