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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.