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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.