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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.