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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.