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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.