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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.