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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
DNA,
PIL,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.