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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
10cc,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.