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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.