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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Tomorrow 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.