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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
the Association,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.