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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.