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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.