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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.