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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.