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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
cv313,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
June Days,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.