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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Black Flag,
ABC,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.