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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.