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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.