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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.