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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.