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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.