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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.