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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Victims to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.