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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.