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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.