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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.