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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.