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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.