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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Fear,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.