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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Mars,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.