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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.