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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.