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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.