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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.