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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.