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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Can,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.