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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.