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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.