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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.