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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Smog,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.