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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.