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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.