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 Angola 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.