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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.