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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.