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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ronan,
Scion,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.