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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.