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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Amazonics,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.