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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.