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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.