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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Scion,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.