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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.