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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.