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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.