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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
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.