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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.