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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.