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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.