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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
ABC,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.