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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.