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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.