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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.