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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.