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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.