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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.