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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.