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 Syria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Soft Cell 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.