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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.