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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.