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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
John Cale,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.