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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.