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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.