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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.