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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Index to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Faust,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.