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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.