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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.