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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.