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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Television,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.