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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Can,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.