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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.