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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.