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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.