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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.