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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.