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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.