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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.