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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.