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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
ABC,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.