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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.