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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.