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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.