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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Niagra,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.