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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.