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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.