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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ossler 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Technova,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.