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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Television,
Nas,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.