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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.