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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.