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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.