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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.