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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.