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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.