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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.