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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.