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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.