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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.