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 Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Japan,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.