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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.