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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.