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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.