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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.