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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
This Heat,
New Order,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.