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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
X-101,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.