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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Jandek,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.