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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.