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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.