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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.