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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Names,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.