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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Hashim,
AZ,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.