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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.