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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.