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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.