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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.