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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.