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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.