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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.