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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.