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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.