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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.