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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
X-101,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Slits,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.