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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.