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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.