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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Can,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.