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 Palau 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.