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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Scion,
Pagans,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Outsiders,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.