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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.