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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.