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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.