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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.