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 Nepal and from New York.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.