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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.