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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Gong,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.