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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.