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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.