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 Russia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.