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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.