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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.