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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.