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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.