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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.