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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.