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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.