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 Morocco and from London.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.