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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.