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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.