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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.