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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
The Names,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Nas,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.