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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.