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 Oman 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.