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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Index,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.