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 Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Cluster,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.