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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.