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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.