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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Visage,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.