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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Can,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
DNA,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.