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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.