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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.