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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.