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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Technova,
the Association,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.