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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.