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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.