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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.