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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.