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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.