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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Swans,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
cv313,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.