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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.