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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Nas,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.