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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.