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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.