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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Can,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.