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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
JFA,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.