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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.