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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.