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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.