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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Magma,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.