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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.