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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.