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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
PIL,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.