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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.