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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.