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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Saints,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.