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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.