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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Visage,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.