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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.