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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.