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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.