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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.