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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
a-ha,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Television,
DNA,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.