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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Pole,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.