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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Brick,
Deakin,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.