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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.