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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.