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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.