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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.