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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.