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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Organ,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.