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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.