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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.