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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.