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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.