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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
X-102,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.