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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.