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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.