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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.