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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.