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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.