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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.