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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Television,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.