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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.