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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.