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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Can,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.