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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.