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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.