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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.