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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.