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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 T. Rex 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.