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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.