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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.