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 Colombia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.