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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.