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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.