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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.