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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.