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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.