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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Ludus 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.