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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.