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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Organ,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.