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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.