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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.