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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.