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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Wire,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.