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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.