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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.