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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Japan,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.