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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
UT,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.