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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.