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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.