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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.