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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.