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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.