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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.