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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.