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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.