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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.