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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Swans,
CMW,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.