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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.