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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.