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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
World's Most,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.