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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.