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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.