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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
AZ,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.