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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.