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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.