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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.