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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Index,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.