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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.