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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.