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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.