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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Nas,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.