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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.