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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.