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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ituana,
DNA,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.