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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Fear,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.