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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.