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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.