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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.