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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.