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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.