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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.