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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.