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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.