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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.