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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
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.