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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.