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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.