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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.