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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.