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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Can,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.