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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.