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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.