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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.