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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Scientists,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.