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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.