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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.