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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.