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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.