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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.