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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.