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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
MC5,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.