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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.