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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
the Association,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.