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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.