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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.