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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.