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 United States 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.