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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.