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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.