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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.