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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.