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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Index,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.