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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.