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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Victims,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.