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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.