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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Can,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.