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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.