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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Brick,
Scion,
Neu!,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.