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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Television,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.