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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.