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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Index,
Urselle,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.