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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.