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 Brunei and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.