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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.