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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.