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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.