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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.