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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.