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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.