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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
New Order,
DNA,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.