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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.