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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 David Bowie 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 The Standells to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.