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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.