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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.