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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.