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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
June of 44,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.