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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.