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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
UT,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.