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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Mars,
Skaos,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.