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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.