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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.