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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.