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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Television,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.