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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.