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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.