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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.