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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.