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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.