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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.