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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.