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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.