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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Urselle 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.