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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.