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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.