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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.