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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.