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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.