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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.