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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.