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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
DNA,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.