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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.