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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Flipper,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.