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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.