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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review 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 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.