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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.