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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.