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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Monks,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.