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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.