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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Swans,
MDC,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.