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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.