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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.