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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.