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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.