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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.