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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.