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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.