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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.