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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.