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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.