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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.