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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.