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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.