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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.