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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Magma,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Interpol,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.