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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.