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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.