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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Warsaw,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.