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 China 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.