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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.