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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.