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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.