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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Technova,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.