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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.