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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.