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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.