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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.