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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.