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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Faust,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Sound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.