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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Excepter,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.