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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.