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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Fear,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.