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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.