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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.