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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.