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 Liberia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.