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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.