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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.