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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.