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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.