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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.