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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.