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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.