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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Franke,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.