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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.