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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.