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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.