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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.