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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.