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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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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.