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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.