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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.