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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Nas,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.