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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.