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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Monks,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.