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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Franke,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.