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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.