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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.