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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.