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 Colombia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.