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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.