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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Scion,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.