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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.