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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Wings,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.