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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.