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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.