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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.