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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.