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 United States and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.