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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Can,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.