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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.