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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
the Normal,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.