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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.