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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.