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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.