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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.