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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.